LOVE SHIT

Man, i saw him again. And left me a bit glassy eyed. All this time honey. All this time. It was always about you. I just don't know what happened between us but i think there's something left here in my heart.. in the village of my heart where you live in a vista like that of a piece of property owned by rich people in Tagaytay.  That's where you are. And sometimes you are closed and sometimes you are open.

Wella, a bestfriend living in Okinawa, and i talked via yahoo phone. And we talked about highschool shit with sweet fondness ala romy and michele. And we talked about you. whatever happened to you? The first person who took notice of me. What a gift to see through ones' angsty pimply years.

And now i've been talking to you in my dreams for 3 days. What's this shit all about? And i see you on some network and you are like before. I've been thinking about you lately. I hope this will pass like some cat purring for her next mate. Because i know that you don't really think about me or even take a piss to even let my image pass your cerebra. And it makes my eyes dewy.

Distance has always been my enemy. I'll overcome it. But i think about you after all these years and after everything that has happened. You still make my face muscles exercise. Thanks.